Diaz and Ass. | Wednesday

[no_culdesac]

Nancy had found -- perhaps disastrously -- a fingerprinting kit, in one of her desk drawers. And while she did not see a lot of need for fingerprinting someone here in a town where she wasn't 100% most people had, like, a social security number -- she did think it was probably a useful skill for her job, in general?

So now she had ten blackened fingertips, and within a few minutes, the miniature horse in the office with her had also been printed. (Hoofed? Look, it was good practice.)

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